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The Gospel According to Maxi.

🎶 Whether Halliburton, Enron, or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction
We need to find courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction ... 🎶

Faithless - Mass Destruction

#Resist #Music #FuckTheFash #RIP


Listen up racist gammons: you don't need to start riots and burn innocent refugees in their substandard accommodation, because we're going to shut them down (without telling you where we're putting them instead, because the number of desperate humans seeking asylum just keeps going up). Also, tune into our livestream to see what happens next! Overwhelming force and an absence of basic decency guaranteed.

#UKPolitics #AsylumIsNotACrime #VoteLabourGetReform #ToryContinuityParty #FuckTheFash
Black background with a yellow raised fist and the words ¡NO PASARÁN! in yellow capitals.


I had this stanza rattling around my head after the book club horror show today. I had to look it up when I got home, so here's the whole poem. It's by the very excellent danez smith, from their 2020 collection Homies.

" ... & the trans girl making songs in her closet, spinning the dark
into a booming dress? she too is my president ... "

#USPolitics #TransRightsAreHumanRights #Poetry #Bookstodon #FuckTheFash
my president

today, i elect jonathan, eleven & alerady making roads out of water
young genius, blog writer, lil community activist, curls tight
as pinky swears, black as my nation     i trust the world in his tender
blooming hands, i trust him to tell us which rivers are safe to drink
& which hold fish like a promise

& i elect eve ewing, who i know would ms frizzle the county
into one big classroom where grandmas finger paint
the national budget & uncles stand around smoking blacks
plotting on stars for our escape     she could walk to the podium
at her inauguation & say, *the future is now*, & we'd all marvel
at the sun & moon looping the sky like a gif as the cars learned
to fly & our rskin grew bulletproof

& colin kaepernick is my president, who kneels on the air
bent toward a branch, throwing apples down to the children & vets

& rihanna is my president, walking out of global summits
with wineglass in hand, our taxes returned in gold
to dustour faces into coins

& my mama is my president, her grace stunts
on amazing, brown hands breaking brown bread over
mouths of the hungry until there are none unfed

& my grandma is my president & her cabinet is her cabinet
cause she knows how o trust what the pan knows
how the skillet wins the war

& the man i saw high kicking his way down the river?
he is my president

& the trans girl making songs in her closet, spinning the dark
into a booming dress?  she too is my president

& shonda rhimes is my president
                                                & nate marshall is my president

                                   & trina is my president

                  & the boys outside walgreens selling candy
                  for a possibly fictional basketball team are my presidents

          & the dude at the pizza spot who will give you a free slice
          if you are down to wait for him to finish the day's fourth prayer
         is my president

& my auntie, only a few months clean, but clean
she is my president

                             & my neighbor who holds the door open when my arms
                             are full of laundry is my president

& every head nod is my president

                 & every child singing summer with a red sweet tongue is my president

        & the birds

                                                       & the cooks

                & the single moms especially

                                           & the weed dealers

        & the teachers

                      & the meter made who lets you slide

        & the cab drivers who stop

                  & the nurse's swollen feet
        & the braider's exhausted hands
                               & the bartender
               & beyoncé
               & all her kids

                                       & the rabbi

               & the sad girls

                                & the leather daddy who always stops to say *good morning*

& the boy cryng on the train & the sudden abuela who rubs his back
& the uncle who offers him water & the drag queen who begins to hum

                              o my presidents!
                                 my presidents!
                                 my presidents!
                                 my presidents!

             show me to our nation
my only border is my body

                  i sing your names
                    sing your names
                            your names

                               my mighty anthem